Ten thousand years ago, nine stars fell from the sky.
Where the nine stars fell to the ground, nine divine pillars rose from the ground to support the overturned sky.
From then on, there were nine towers in the world.
Tonight, ten thousand years later, on the observatory, a blind boy suddenly looked up. He "saw" - deep in the sky, the nine ancient stars that should have disappeared long ago shone at the same time.
"Nine stars are shining brightly..." He murmured, "Is the predicted day coming?"
At this moment, thousands of miles away, seven young people had the same dream at the same time——
In the dream, nine stars appeared in a row, the world collapsed, and someone stood on the ruins, looking back at them.
They don't know why they were chosen. I don't know what that look means.
A girl who studies secret medicine, a brother who uses poison, a young man with twelve dead men, a boy who crawls out of a pile of dead people, a cold-faced assassin who is invulnerable to all poisons, a little girl with a photographic memory, and a dreamer who sleeps six hours a day.
The seven surviving people were pushed in the same direction by the same dream on the same night.
This is not a story about a hero saving the world. It's a few people who survived, walking forward together when the stars move.
On the day of the nine stars, they walked into the fog.
The stars are moving in the sky. The ground shook below. No one knew what lay ahead.
But they are together.
Intention: No one can decide where the world will go. A hero is never the person who decides the direction of history, but the person who happens to have the ability to go with history. So what if the ending is destined? Even if they know the end, they will not choose another path.